T’was the night of the turn up and all through the house; not a creature was stirring, just this fly ass hard drinkin’ birthday mouse!
Her curls hung from her head top with care in hopes that the turn up soon would be there.
Binx Roy was nestled all snug in his bed, while visions of cat nip danced in his head.
Bashy in her hot dress and with a booty so fat, had concluded that this was indeed no time for a nap.
From outside the club there arose such a clatter, we sprang from the car to see what was the matter.
Away to the guest list line we flew like a flash, knowing it was the dance-floor we planned to mash.
The moon on Bashy’s 22 breast true her chest did ah show, gave lustre to her brown eyes wey did ah glow.
Then what to our wandering eyes did appear, but Ciroc, Champagne and a bottle of Belvedere!
A little ice in a glass we’re about to get lit, we knew in a moment that this would be it!
More rapid than a cougar that Ciroc vodka buzz came, as we whistled and shouted happy birthday again.
Now dash out! Now cock-up! Now whine pon a vixen! Pon di floor, pon di stair, pon di booth, whine pon any and any sinting!
From the top of the window, to the top of the wall! Now dash it out, dash it out, dash it out all!
High as the leaves we felt we could fly way up into the crisp, cold winter night sky.
So up to the DJ booth we flew, to request some Kartel, Demarco and Busy Signal too.
And then on the dance floor I heard through the speaker, “Position like dat!” this must be the Teacher!
As we cocked up and spun our bottoms around, ‘Dung In Her Throat‘ came on next through the sound!
Ashley whined all about and did ah cock-up her foot, dance fever ketch her and she couldn’t stay put!
Hands pon her knees while she ah sink in her back, she ah wine up herself to the riddim of RDX Kotch!
Her eyes how they twinkled, her giggle so merry! Booty so rosey and heart-shaped like a cherry!
On her face crept a grin drawn up like a bow, as she backed dat ass up; Wow, look at her go!
The end of a spliff Ash held tight in her teeth, true she look good and stay tight underneath!
Broad out!! Whine up and tuck in yuh belly! She ah whine pon Nona and ah whine pon Jelly.
Mi did ah whine up like sey it woulda good fi mi health. When di music lick me I juss can’t help miself.
The DJ spun the next tune with a nod of his head. Wooooooooooiiiieeee!! Jah know mi coulda split an go dung pon mi head.
The DJ spoke not a word but went straight to work, as we continued to party, dance around and twerk.
The lights came on and we temporarily froze, then continued to gambol and tip pon our toes.
Ash sprang to her feet and shot the whole team a “Queng!” We shut the club down, shut it down with a bang!
I heard Ashley exclaim as we left the club and went out of sight. “It’s my mother f**kin birthday and I had a great night!”
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